Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

Wei Wei hung up the phone and felt confident, "Okay, let's get the word out. If you want to marry Yuan Zhan, remember to come to Wei's house to sign up with me, not you."

Zhang Ze had a rough conscience, "I mean, girl, your Uncle Zhang didn't offend you, did he?"

Wei Wei patted Zhang Zeliang on the shoulder, "It's okay, even if you piss me off, I'll let you go." Who said I have no one to use?

"Let me go," Zhang Zeliang repeated, "Hey, no, how did you let me go? Just like you planned to take care of your father, you also found someone to take care of me, right?"

Wei Wei sneered, "Where are you thinking? How old are you? If I want to sell you, someone has to buy you."

Laocai has a clapper, what good things are he thinking about?

Zhang Zeliang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, no one liked him.

Wei Wei opened the door to the study room and his head stuck out.

"You guys have finished talking," Zhang Junwan looked down at her shoes, "Well, I'll give you the money."

Wei Wei stared at the hands holding the money in front of her, and then turned to look back. Zhang Zeliang was looking at them with keen interest.

In front of Sha Niu's family, I asked Sha Niu for money, and Sha Niu's relatives confronted me, so I asked you if it was embarrassing?

I stared at Zhang Junwan deeply for a few times. It didn't look like a sesame bun, but it was a bit confusing. What's going on?

Zhang Zeliang stared at the pile of money that Zhang Junwan took out. By visual inspection, it was 200 yuan, right?

When did the Zhang family become so wealthy? Why didn't he know about it?

He just stared quietly to see how stupid Jun Wan could be, and it was time for Jun Wan to accept a beating from society.

Who is Wei Wei? His face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he calmly took the money, "Okay, I like this essence. I don't care about the past."

Then she nodded to Zhang Zeliang, "That's it, uncle, I'm leaving. Let the news get out as soon as possible." She was still waiting for her account to be paid.

Zhang Zeliang once again refreshed his understanding of Wei Wei, and Jun Wan's education problem seemed very serious.

However, Zhang Junwan was still shouting to Wei Wei's distant back: "Can we be friends..."

Zhang Zeliang: Can you tell me how a chicken and an eagle can become friends?

When Wei Wei went out, he bumped into Zhang Junxian who was coming back. It was rare for Wei Wei to be confused.

Zhang Zeliang, Zhang Junxian, and Zhang Junwan, co-authored by Zhang Zeliang, Zhang Junxian, and Zhang Junwan, she is a family that is trying hard to spread wool. Is the sheep bald?

Zhang Junxian opened and closed his mouth, why, the boss would appear here?

"Boss..." Zhang Junxian called softly and glanced upstairs from the corner of his eye. Fortunately, no one came down.

"Who are you from Major General Zhang?" Wei Wei glanced at the boy and said at first that his father was an ordinary soldier, his mother died of illness, and his grandfather died young.

What a boy, you even hid it from her.

"I'm not lying to you," Zhang Junxian retorted, "Major General Zhang is just my uncle, not a direct relative of mine. He just took me and my sister because he felt sorry for us." He is not Major General Zhang's grandson, and he doesn't know how to look at it. Not clear about oneself.

Wei Wei was dubious: "It's your fault that you lied to me. There's nothing to feel uncomfortable about." Young people, you have to be thick-skinned, otherwise you won't be able to get along in this society.

The problem is, he really doesn’t have the heart for it!

"I'm leaving, goodbye." Wei Wei waved and wanted to leave.

"Girl..." Zhang Zeliang quickly came downstairs, speechless, "Why do you run so fast every time you come here? You stay to eat, I cook!"

Let's see if Zhang Zeliang's skills, which he has honed in the cooking class, can retain people so that he doesn't have to chase them out every day and just look at their backs and sigh.

One sentence piqued Wei Wei's interest. When Uncle Zhang cooks, he must eat, watch and cheer.

"Wei Wei, let's sit on the sofa and talk," Zhang Junwan said eagerly, "The misunderstanding has been resolved. You must know who I am."

Zhang Junwan is very curious about Wei Wei. She has many good friends, but this is the first time she has seen such an interesting girl.

Unable to control his attracted gaze, he kept moving closer to Wei Wei, looking for a topic.

"My name is Zhang Junwan, and this is my brother Zhang Junxian." Zhang Junwan pointed to her brother and introduced.

Zhang Junxian's eyelids jumped at the sight, sister, we have known each other for a long time, okay?

However, Zhang Junwan's words still caught his attention, "Junwan, what misunderstanding do you have?"

Zhang Junwan didn't mean to hide it. She grabbed her hair and circled it, telling her about their conflict.

Finally, he concluded: "It's okay now. I gave Wei Wei 150 yuan. Now the misunderstanding has been resolved."

Zhang Junxian covered his chest in pain. Just because of this misunderstanding, you paid 150 yuan.

Do you know that your brother and I only earn more than 150 yuan a month! Do you know how long it will take to save [-] yuan?

He stared at Wei Wei with accusing eyes, thinking about the possibility of getting it back.

Wei Wei smiled sullenly, even if he saw Zhang Junxian's accusing eyes, he was indifferent and motioned to Zhang Junxian to look at her precious sister.

Zhang Junwan had a smile on her face, without any gloom. See, see, how stupid you are. Spending 150 is like spending [-] yuan, and you have no idea about money.

Moreover, after putting it in her pocket, I still want her to spit it out. Isn’t it worth the price to use this hundred and fifty to let you know that there is something wrong with your education?

Zhang Junxian swallowed the urge to vomit blood. Can you say it was not worth it? In fact, it is worth it. Jun Wan is still young, and now because Bai Wu discovers the problem, it is better than later when he discovers it when it is bigger. By then it will be too late.

In contrast, there is still a chance to make things right now.

"Come here and serve the food..." Zhang Zeliang's voice came from the kitchen.

The three of them all stood up voluntarily, and each of them happened to be holding a plate.

"Due to the special period, no outsiders are allowed in the family, so uncle and uncle will do it themselves. Weiwei, come here and try your uncle's craftsmanship." Zhang Zeliang kept adding vegetables to Wei Wei's bowl.

Zhang Junxian felt stirred in his heart after listening to his uncle's words. No outsiders were left behind. So, is the boss still one of his own?

And, uncle! Ah, there's a difference in seniority.

"Uncle," Zhang Junxian quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, "is it better to call me uncle?"

Zhang Junwan also nodded quickly. She also wanted to make good friends, but because of the seniority difference, it would be difficult for her to talk and play happily.

Now Zhang Zeliang's face turned somber, "Sir, what's wrong with you? If you don't know how to speak, you can keep your mouth shut. I don't need you to open your mouth."

I'm still young, so what's your name? It sounded so harsh that I thought I was about to be buried.

Zhang Junxian and Zhang Junwan were so frightened that they almost buried their faces in the bowl and did not dare to have any objections.